A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love

Chapter 1811-1820

Waylen smoothed Rena’s hair.

He murmured, “If things don’t work out between them, we can just let Cecilia be on her own. we’re family and we’ll always be there for her.”

Rena closed her eyes.

After a brief pause, she opened her eyes and expressed her unease.

“Waylen… I can’t shake this feeling that something might happen tonight. Stay awake with me, just in case.”

Waylen paid heed to her warning.

They lay on the bed and talked intimately, sharing the private moments of a loving couple.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the house, Cecilia cradled Edwin in her arms.

Throughout the night, Cecilia remained wide awake, her anticipation of the impending childbirth keeping sleep at bay.

Her hand tenderly cradled her swelling belly, feeling the gentle movements within.

In just two weeks, their little one would come into the world, yet she hadn’t picked a name for her baby.

In the dim light of the room, Edwin’s voice broke through the silence as he murmured “daddy” in his sleep.

Cecilia touched her son’s face gently, and her heart ached for the little boy… She longed to explain everything to him, yet she could not figure out how.

A sudden sharp pain pierced her lower abdomen, causing her to gasp.

Suddenly, the sheets beneath her were damp.

Her water had broken.

In the midst of her agony, Cecilia found it difficult to utter a word. Clutching her belly, she doubled over, the pain relentless.

Edwin roused from his slumber, witnessed his mother’s distress, her forehead glistening with sweat.

Edwin realized his sister was about to be born.

He hurriedly darted out of his bed, rushing to knock urgently on the door of the neighboring room.

“Uncle Waylen, mommy is going to have a baby!” Edwin exclaimed.

Waylen, in the middle of a conversation with Rena, didn’t hesitate.

He swiftly threw off the quilt and rushed to the opposite room, preceding even a coat.

Rena urgently trailed after Waylen.

As expected, Cecilia was indeed going into labor earlier than anticipated.

Waylen swiftly grabbed a down jacket and gently draped it over Cecilia. With a calm demeanor, he turned to Rena.

“I’ll carry her downstairs. Go wake up Mom and Dad. Make sure someone stays at home to look after the children and the rest of us will take Cecilia to the hospital now.”

Rena nodded, her eyes filled with concern for her sister-in-law.

Two minutes later, the lights in the Fowler’s house flickered to life.

On the first day of the new year, the Fowlers were on the way to welcome a new member into the family.

Waylen was behind the wheel, his focus steady on the road, while Korbyn provided directions.

Rena held Cecilia in her arms. While Edwin, who had insisted on accompanying them, sat next to Rena.

Cecilia broke out in a cold sweat because of the pain.

She was sweating profusely. Clutching onto Rena’s waist, she called out Rena’s name, her voice strained, as if she were speaking in her sleep.

Rena tenderly rubbed Cecilia’s belly, offering soothing words.

“You’ll be fine as soon as you arrive at the hospital.”

Upfront, Waylen’s grip on the steering wheel was firm, his attention solely on the road.

The snowy night made the journey treacherous; every turn had to be navigated with extreme caution. Hence, he didn’t allow his attention to wander elsewhere.

He drove himself, deeply concerned for both his sister’s and the baby’s safety, unwilling to leave anything to chance.

Half an hour later, the black Bentley came to a halt at the hospital, and a team of medical staff swiftly approached, rolling a stretcher toward them. Cecilia was gently transferred onto it and rushed straight to the delivery room.

In the grip of pain, Cecilia was in a daze, her mind clouded.

In her delirium, she muttered a name that still held her heart captive.

Mark.

Waylen was taken aback.

He tenderly leaned down and kissed his sister’s forehead and whispered in a hoarse voice, “I’ll call him, Cecilia.”

“No. Don’t do that.”

Cecilia, amidst her pain, shook her head weakly.

Sweat streamed down Cecilia’s forehead, and embarrassment tinged her face. Tears welled up in her eyes as she pleaded, “Waylen, please don’t call him.”

Waylen’s eyes were heavy.

He held his sister’s hand and nodded, “Okay. I won’t call Mark.”

The walls of the delivery room were totally white. There were also a pair of bright incandescent lamps in the ceiling above.

Cecilia was in excruciating pain.

But she bit down on her lip and looked up at the lights.

Tears streamed down the corner of her eyes, each tear reflecting the gleam of the light.

“Mark. Mark…”

She murmured the name over and over in her heart. It was not that she didn’t want to hear his voice or hear him call her name, but she was just scared.

She was afraid that if Waylen called him, the call would be answered by someone else, instead of Mark himself.

Cecilia missed him very much, and she also hated him very much.

She said to him in her mind, “Mark. I really hate you, you know.

Do you know Edwin has been missing you?

Do you have any idea how happy I was when I came to you and waited for you to accompany me to my antenatal appointment the other day?

Of course you don’t know.

You know nothing.”

Cecilia was feeling throbbing pain, making her feel so dizzy that she didn’t even have the strength to miss and hate Mark anymore. With the series of contractions she was experiencing, it was clear that the child couldn’t wait to come into the world.

Before long, a sharp cry could be heard coming from the delivery room.

This was the first day of the new year, and the Fowler family had just welcomed a new member.

was born at 3:10

was the one who picked

building with windows that

of hot cocoa in a warm house while

individual was trapped in a room all year round, no matter how beautiful the scenery was,

stood by the window, looking outside. His

almost given up on

alive. He had lived two months longer than the

was standing behind him with a glass of water and

take the medicine,” Peter reminded him

seemed like he had not heard

he murmured, “Today is the New Year’s Day. It

nose twitched when

year, the Evans Gardon would always be beautifully decorated, and Mrs. Evans would cook

also her favorite

“How about you call Rena and ask about Cecilia and the baby?

began to fumble

he stopped

about calling her, but he never did. It seemed it was better if he never called

I better not call her,” he said

to give Cecilia

he stepped

“Please take your medicine.

go to bed. I’ll buy you some pumpkin pies.

took the medicines from him and swallowed

and a nurse came in

done, Mark looked sideways at the

his phone got weaker and weaker

asleep nowadays. This time, he

the hospital where Rena gave birth to Alexis. He

had almost

He had lived two months longer than the doctor

with a glass

for you to take the medicine,” Peter reminded

Mark seemed like he had not heard

snow outside. After a while, he murmured, “Today is

twitched when he heard

broke into a smile and said, “Yes, during this time of the year, the Evans Gardon would always be beautifully decorated,

her favorite food,”

to this. But after a moment of silence, he cautiously suggested, “How about you call Rena and ask about

heard this, he began to fumble in his pocket for

he stopped and

did. It seemed it was better if he never called her at all.

better not call her,” he said

give

to hear this. Nevertheless, he stepped forward and handed him the

“Please take your medicine.

you can go to bed. I’ll buy you some pumpkin pies. You

the medicines from him and

a nurse came in to help put on the

Mark looked sideways at

his grip on his phone got weaker and weaker until

nowadays. This time, he had a dream and

Alexis. He

much

look at him secretly for a while and call him “Uncle Mark” when

Cecilia in his dream

stroked his face,

point,

the hospital room were white, just like the

closed

felt he needed

he felt cold all over

buy

plump foreign nurse was in the

return home. He missed his home

and the apartment on Gamous Road, which was where he used to live with

knew he couldn’t

up as long

hate him, even if he wouldn’t survive and have her back… He would

was determined to stay

it difficult to go

on the bed and started to make paper planes. He knew how much

he would invent a plane when he grew up. The plane would be so fast that it would get to

he wanted to go there because

Mark’s pale fingers trembled

back to the

on his way, so he was

pumpkin pies are still warm,”

just then, he saw the paper planes Mark had been making and he pursed his

planes and smiled at him, “Okay

of your pumpkin

actually took a

more than a

mouth, he put down the spoon

his eyes and

back home and have a family

Angela’s Library

assured him. But he could

he could ask him about it, Mark’s phone rang. It was a call

now, it was around 4 a.m. in

looked at the caller ID. For a

you,” Peter urged in a

broke into

silly boy,” he

phone. It was an international call, so the signal was a

voice sounded

“Cecilia gave birth to a girl. Her name is Olivia.

birth to a girl that had been named

trembled so violently

brief silence, Waylen said, “Mark,

Mark closed his eyes.

you next week. I’ll ask her to take photos of the baby

“Okay,” Mark said softly.

another brief silence, Waylen said, “Mark, no matter what,

entanglement with Cecilia, Mark was

in the first half of his life. He didn’t deserve to

Mark sniffed and

the duration of the call, he never even dared to ask

who had been standing in the room all along, was eager to hear what had been discussed

“What happened?” he asked.

edge of the bed in silence. After a while, he looked up at Peter and said, “Cecilia has given birth to a

and he did a fist

great,” he said with a

good sign on the first day of the new

nodded in agreement and began to stroke one of the

fly back home to

Angela’s Library

glance

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